The Diary Of Tears ( Fourteen )

by ADEL   Jul 11, 2017


You who are miserable, somewhere in death, somewhere in life, defend your death with stones, teeth and toes. Along that way your bones are sold, upon the broken pavements and a random poor drawing trees on the remains of your cigarettes. After all, life itself is swept away, somewhere in death, somewhere in life.

( C ) Copyright 2017 Adel Attieh

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  • 3 months ago

    by mossgirl19

    Short but so many sentiments. Love this.

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